Bounding over one's steps,
Not far falls a tree with apples,
With the worm that gets the bird early
Here a bush in the hand is worth two birds,
At the end one comes to the road
Where the other is greener than the side of grass
Here one can cure an ounce of prevention with a pound of worth,
The rope at my end,
Like haystacks finding needles, and wind in the farts
In time nine saves a stich
And a pot of gold ends with a rainbow
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: July 27th, 2022 18:43
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
A pleasure to be led astray by you in this way.
Thank you dusk for your kind words
'and that patient cheese
awaits
that backup, mouse...'
(when we see and choose to affirm
reality
without airbrushing, those parts
we're not too fond of
then life's, as simple as smoke
signals
and self prevention, simply
requires us to wear
a few smile painted gas masks;
for
all that bul sht, of 'sayings'
and their intention of narrowing
our perspectives, can be laughed
away
as easily as Helios giggled, his helium
in defiance, of all taking themselves
too seriously
for the truth is:
'Gaiety, is wiser than wisdom'...)
such a clever write
really well realised
thought provoking to say the least
thank you! dear Poet
Thank you L.B. A wise reply indeed. I always look forward to your input when poetry is for fun as well as therapy it is refreshing to hear the words of someone that understands.
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